My First Day

And so my service as a chattel of the Royal Molonian Harem begins... ten years of honour for my family

Goodness...my first day in service as Royal Harem chattel-in-training... I reported at 06:00 to the western gate of Their Majesties magnificent palace, scared but excited, my beautiful pale blue order in my hand; commanding me to report to the Royal Chatelaine, along with the other 14 new girls... all equally excited!

The new harem building is connected directly to the gate, the guards showed us in immediately, it is a huge five story edifice in the palace grounds (with 2500 chattels it needs to be! ), apparently we are very lucky... years ago the harem was in vast underground chambers, but now it is all very modern and bright,

We are escorted to a changing room, a register is called by a male guard and we are all told to strip and remove any jewellery, and put our clothing and all our possessions in the lockers (they are later removed for safekeeping). Then, as he watches we are told to do our hair, and make ourselves presentable!

All of us giggle and talk, trying not to be embarrassed to be naked in front of the burly guard for we Molonian girls are mostly used to it... we are all told to be silent and are led into a vast hall with thin rubber mats on the floor... we must all stand on one, later we learn these will be our beds for the next 3 months.

Looking around there are beautiful girls with lovely big breasts and very lovely bottoms, I am trying not to be embarrassed, I know I shall see so much of these girls bodies in the coming months and years - and they mine! Most have shaved pubes (as per our joining orders) and I know those who don’t will soon be shaved (roughly so I hear, by male staff!)

... we were certainly told we must be bald down there for the first five years of service - and I don't think it's a good idea to ignore orders from the Crown!

I think so many are prettier than me, but my Procurer liked my big boobs and the way I sucked his big penis on the beach!

The beach is where so many chattels are initially spotted... and sexually tested!

Although, I later learnt that many aristocratic chattels are tested at home, as their father watches!

But I digress... After about 30 minutes The Royal Chatelaine herself enters, she looks stern but beautiful, dressed in leather and carrying a whip... she commands our attention and begins to tell us what the day will entail... suddenly we all realise how long and arduous our first day will be as she tells us in the next 16 hours we will be tested for flexibility, have sexual intercourse with men and women trainers in our vaginas, mouths and bottoms (that scares me!), have our tolerance to pain tested and any disobedience or laziness will result in an immediate flogging...

As soon as the Chatelaine, who runs the entire Royal Harem, had finished explaining our first day she introduced us to our Trainers, normally there are two responsible for every dormitory of 20 chattels but now we are being trained for the next three months we have one "Intake Trainer" for every 5. (we were yet to meet the Testing Trainers, they were even more fearsome!) There were two very handsome and strong looking men carrying riding crops at the front of the hall , but I was very surprised to find that mine would be a woman, and that she was standing behind us...

Turning my head a little I saw her; blonde and very powerful looking, with beautiful full breasts, she was naked except for PVC boots and, shockingly, a harness around her waist on which was attached a very big grey penis dildo, it’s “head” looked very big. In her hands she had a rattan cane And she had trimmed pubic growth showing above the harness, much more hair than we were ever going to have for the next five years. It wouldn’t be long before I knew the sweet smell of that silken hair very intimately indeed, as well as the welts from that cane on my bottom, thighs and even my breasts. She seemed to very much enjoy caning all our breasts...

She walked over to us, the five of us assigned to her stood naked silent awaiting our first orders from our Trainer. “ Good morning chattels in training, I am Miss Tara, you will call me Mistress and, unless you are otherwise engaged in training, in bondage or performing your toilet whenever I approach you or pass you anywhere in our harem you will stand, put your hands on your head, push your breasts forward and part your legs so there is no less than 20cm between your thighs...that is position one, understand?” We all replied Yes Mistress and, sensing it was what she expected, assumed that position, our hands on our heads, breasts forward and legs apart... suddenly feeling very exposed and ****. we were also to learn that if we didn't;t assume that position quick enough we would be squatting down doing it, with our tongues out, as she poked us with that cane!

She smiled and, as I was first in line, walked straight up to me, stood so close that her nipples were actually touching mine (my big breasts were always going to be toyed with, and frequently punished by her) and very rapidly brought her hand up between my parted thighs slapping me ever so hard on my pouting labia. Squealing with the sudden pain I tried hard to stand upright, she grabbed my left breast roughly and then the right; “ very nice girl, such fine breasts and beautiful mouth, which I hear is very skilled at fellatio” (clearly she had read the Procurers report on me, we soon found out that she had herself been a chattel for 15 years and a trainer for 3... which made her only 36 years old ). “SHE WILL GET ON HER KNEES AND OPEN HER CHATTEL'S MOUTH”...suddenly she pushed me onto my knees, grabbed my hair, spat in my open mouth and in one sudden move plunged her big grey dildo all the way into my throat, causing me to splutter and gag. It was horrible as not only did it strain my mouth but somehow it smelt (and tasted) not of plastic but clearly of urine...yuk! As my tears welled up she pulled it out and, laughing, slapped my face with the heavy plastic cock...hard! “Get up girl, stop being pathetic, we’ll soon have that throat trained!” (and in the months to come many more Trainers would use so much bigger dildos on me and the other girls!)

With that she moved on to the girl next to me (who was called Helga and had smaller breasts and a peachy bottom), slapped her labia even harder, bent forward and sunk her teeth into Helga’s breasts. Within 30 minutes all five of us in her “section”, now either marked with her teeth, her cane (on Yvanka's bottom) or simply her firm hand stinging our labia, realised what to expect in the three months to follow...

Nervous as we all are we know this is what we all want... to serve our King and honour our families... and serve with our bodies for the next ten joyous years...

But to begin our very long first day was about to start with medicals...

(and with all the pictures! https://tatyanas-story.blogspot.com/2019/10/first-day.html)